YAY! SPAMANO WON! I CAN ACTUALLY WRITE THIS! Of course PMS!Romano…because, when is he just not having his man-period..? Though…he's a girl now…hmmm. ANYWAYS! Enjoy!

Really, it was no secret that the stupid Spaniard loved his young Italian girlfriend. And really, by far, it was know that she could become a fire breathing bitch if any other woman so much as even thought of thinking of thinking of going out with Spain. Now, this couldn't possibly make sense, you say. I see you've never witnessed the pure 24-hour PMS cycle known as Romana.

She could be a bitch, a lover, a great cook, a shitty cook, cute-bruiser, really-beat-your-ass bruiser, or even your moms two-sided lesbian girlfriend. If she even wanted to swing that way and leave her moron Spain-bastard unguarded for any Prussian and or French woman to rape. Even though she was a chick, she was a tough chick-with-a-dick, with more testosterone than you to boot.

Though, she had cracks in her armor. She wanted to be good for Antonio…but could she..?

(. ~. )

Like any other day in the Spanish man Antonio's household, a line was crossed, someone got pissed off, and Romana had most definitely locked herself in his room, of all places.

"Roma..? Come on, open the dooooor!" the Spanish man whined, his eyes pleading to the large, heavy, and locked door. A mumbled response was heard on the other side, but obviously she felt like being difficult today.

Antonio sought for a remedy of the problem, but alas, he resulted to doing what Tia (crazy little albino) taught him to do best. And no, it was not getting ass.

It was picking locks.

One bobby pin and a string of curse words later, he was inching the door open very slowly, alert for possibly lethal flying objects. He poked his head into the doorway, immediately getting a pillow to his face, a tiny "Ow!" squealing past the fluffy nuisance.

As soon as the pillow fell to the floor, he felt a little twitch in his brain. Not just any twitch, but a twitch of conquistador-ness proportions twich. In a matter of seconds, the Spanish man had the small Italian pinned to the bed beneath him, his eyes meeting a tear streaked face. Immediately he forgot why in the hell he was holding down his hurt little Romana to the bed in the first place. Gently, he released her hands, feeling her pissed glare bore into his skull as she scrambled back.

He reached out and cupped her cheek, scanning her eyes, finding his lips unknowingly landing on hers, searching for what he could have possibly done to make her mad. He heard a hiccup, and he held her as the floodgates opened, angry curses filling the small guest room, and whimpers slipping past her lips. He softly stroked her hair, hushing her, holding her close.

"Romana…can you please tell me what's wrong..?" he gently murmured to her, his lips pressing to her temple. "You wanna know what's wrong! Fuck, I'll tell you what's wrong!" she blew up. She shot up, sitting angrily on his bed.

"That German fucker got my fucking sister pregnant, that potato stuffing asshole! He deserves to die!" she growled at the end, her eyes practically letting you into her head where she was, undoubtedly, castrating the poor man.

At first, he gawked. Then, unknowingly, he chuckled, which evolved to all-out guffawing. Romana's eye twitched.

Once.

Twice.

No one will ever find his body.

Throughout the night, all they could hear was pathetic crying from the Spaniard—

"R-Romana! Untie me from the bed, you terrible, terrible tease!"

*Makes Happy Face* God, you guys could tell I was peppy, huh? Well, I fucking love this couple that's why :D Returning couple from second place is GreecexFem!Japan, so give em' a round of applause *yaaaaaay* couples for Chap. 5 are-

GreecexFem!Japan (ON EDGE OF SEAT)

SwedenxFem!Finland (NO. FUCKING. CLUE. WHAT. TO. WRITE. D:)

DenmarkxFem!Norway (SO EXCITED :D)